Wizard Writing Novels & Stories

With a quick flick of the wrist and some foreign word, the smoke was sucked away as if it had never happened. “Again?” Barrett asked, sounding annoyed as usual. “I told you it wasn’t an exact science. I don’t know how this first wizard did it, and his notes are cryptic as hell. You try to read this shit,” Blake snapped, tossing a tattered leather bound journal at him. “What are we doing?” I asked, still confused about what had happened.

it can never happen" Conner said as he tried to wake Zackarya up. "Hey f**ker get up." He had tears in his eyes as Zackarya wasn't breathing at all. Conner's hands were shivering as Kaz crawled over to him too to wake him up but he was gone."We can give you time to mourn for him. I am very generous." Bennet said looking at them with a contended heart."He still needs another stroke to die properly. He is one of the strongest alphas of this era." The red eyes wizard raised his hand but they all stood up like a shield in front of Zackarya. He was their beloved King and even Kaz who couldn't even stand properly turned into his world to deal with them."You...hurt my Zackarya" Amairah looked at t

"You are abnormal." The wizard screamed in shock. "What's your definition of normal?" Giselle asked inching towards the wizard who walked backwards. "You are a coward. You fear what you don't know." Giselle hissed as she lunged towards the wizard in full speed. The wizard snapped out, regaining his composure and stood ready to face the wolf. He opened his palm and a purple smoke ball hovered above it and with the snap of his finger, numerous purple balls of smoke disintegrated from the one smoke ball and were shot in high speed towards Giselle which she dodged gracefully.

Making my back arch until my shoulders flattened against the table. Next to me the tipped candle caught the cloth afire. Blooming into an orange flame as he entered me. It spread wildly and I tossed my head to look at it. Panting nervously. “Don’t worry about that.” He waved a dismissive hand and the fire doused as if a bucket had been thrown on it. The black hole in the tablecloth smoking haplessly. Warlock magic. I yelped and clawed at the tablecloth. He growled low in his throat and stroked deeply into me. Withdrawing until only the heavy tip lingered inside. Then he eased back in. Embedding deeply again and making me gasp from the foreign feeling of being pushed open.

No one knew about his magick, except Zach, his best friend. The coven of witches in Coven Groves was extinct, when the last real witch with pure magick, this Paula's grandmother, died and after that, there were mostly only wiccan people with soft magick, whose ancestors were real witches or wizards. Miranda Belize, the owner of the sweet tooth, was also from the wiccan line and she had soft magick, too. She was also an Earth witch, who made remedies with water and herbs. The librarian in their town, Mama Bora, was also someone with soft magick. Until Art. Art was the first one in decade with powerful pure magick.

Yes I know babe ,but he has a better explanation for that so just listen ,I decided to consider his words and listen. "I am sure you know that once upon a time , creatures called witches existed ,my mother is one of them and she was supposed to be queen but her right was snatched away from her ,now that things can finally be in place for her ,a prophecy of which long time ago failed to come to pass ,has risen again and in that prophesy lies this particular maid . "Do you know what a wizard is ? "No I don't , how do you expect me to know what that is?"I said rudely and he smirked and brought out a big book from nowhere in particular.

Isadora's POV The witch's revelation sent a chill down my spine. "The White Wizard is my master; he taught me everything I know." Lisa questioned, "So what if the White Wizard is your master? Is that a bad thing?" I retorted immediately, "It's not just bad; it's horrible. The wizard already knows about the source of Leonidas's madness and is compiling a list of everyone he's offended. It won't be long before they figure it out."

I tell him as much and rather than appear relieved, his body prickles with worry. "What about you?" His voice is demanding. "Don't you need protecting?" This spell, I explain, can only be done with by another initiated witch, and without another one here, "I'm afraid it won't work." "Let me try anyway," Rudy requests. "I'm not a witch, but my great-grandfather held a spark." I laugh. "You and half the alpha-level wolves in Crescent City, Beta Forrester." His expression darkens, "Even if I put intention behind it. I've heard the intention is more important than the power itself."

With each incantation and invocation, they draw upon the wisdom of generations past, weaving spells of protection and healing to safeguard the witches' kingdom. But their work does not end with the mastering of spells and incantations. In the quiet hours of the day, Theo and the Earth Goddess set quill to parchment, their minds ablaze with inspiration as they craft treaties and decrees to guide the rulers of the witches' kingdom. With meticulous care, they draft missives and proclamations, ensuring that the laws of the land are just and equitable for all who dwell within its borders.

I could feel the pain Yana was feeling, as if the fire was burning her body. Then I hurried into that mansion, and there I caught up with Yana who was squirming on the floor, while the mother and daughter were happy with her suffering. "Who are you!!!" I calmed myself so that I would not be enveloped in anger. It is one of the basics of being a wizard that the use of power becomes more effective if the intention is free of hatred and anger. "Ego ordo vos glacio !!!" I chanted a spell that orders someone to freeze.